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Sunday, September 17, 2006

belated postings

so the zoo entry is still lying around in my drafts. and the meet up with sister weesin on monday, not even there yet. cannot do it together in this because pictures are in boyfriend's lappy. maybe tomorrow. with the zoo.

but then again, it's always much more difficult to blog with him around. so maybe i'll try again not so soon. and i really ought to learn not to be reliant on excuses.

i am already back from KL. what, it's not even 18th. i had a last minute notice from boyfriend last sunday, 10th september, right after i got back from malaysia, that we were going on tuesday. so i had thought tuesday would mean the 19th, but it was confirmed as the 12th. so trip was brought forward, due to the dowager.

it was an absolute disappointment. it was probably my fault with the deception that i get my desired events going on smoothly. to my horror, it was only smooth for the dowager, and nightmares for boyfriend and i. he had to be a round-the-clock chauffeur. and i had no choice but to follow her plans. so when she say we go to town, we put on our shoes and leave. when she say it's time to head home, we stop whatever we're doing and proceed to the car. and it made me feel like andrea from 'devil wears prada', whereby dowager is miranda. when i watched that show, i already told boyfriend her mother is a clone of miranda.

we left singapore at 12.30pm on 12th. we didn't even have sufficient sleep the night before and we had to wake up to the rantings of dowager. imagine boyfriend would be driving all the way up to KL. freaking 3 hour trip. one shot.

the journey was a @$%^#!. with boyfriend's driving skills, it's easy for me to fall asleep. but with dowager around, it's even easier to get startled awake. one moment she would be scolding someone over the phone, the next she would be screaming at boyfriend for exceeding the speed limit. and goodness, her neverending theories on driving. don't worry honey. no matter what she says, you're already the best driver to me. we would have reached KL in 2 hours if it wasn't for her strict supervision. and boyfriend had limited or no choice but to adhere to her rules. we only have a pair of ears to withstand her cacophonous. so in the end, we didn't reach the apartment till 5pm.

the best thing was that dowager has a dinner in town (which was an hour away from the apartment) at 7pm. TIRED CAN? boyfriend has back problem. he had to drive almost non-stop. so we were at the apartment for less than an hour before dowager start shouting for us to get moving because she didn't want to be late. and freaking town had some serious peak-hour traffic jam. manual car plus exhausted driver plus demanding passenger plus noise pollution plus everything else. the mood was totally wrong for a person wanting a relaxing holiday.

i had let out a big sigh of relief the moment we parted dowager and left for KLCC. we won't be around her for 3 hours. we ate at nippontei and it has got smoking and non-smoking zone when the restaurant is inside the building, no outdoor seats. we could actually smoke inside the airconditioned restaurant. okay just imagine puffing away inside han-ka-ram (the korean restaurant on heeren's top floor). after dinner, boyfriend and i went to buy rubbish. i got my foundation (with 2 free gifts -_-), blusher, lipgloss, contact lens. and boyfriend was extremely excited over his peach flavored handrolling tobacco. his mini qoo and coke and pepsi bottles and reef slippers too, of cos. we went to their premium toilet which charged RM2 per entry. an ordinary 5star hotel toilet i'd say. basket cheat money. but that RM2 is for unlimited entries (retarded!). so if you happen to have a diarrhea when you visit KL, here's my recommendation.

13th september. woke up to the dowager's voice again. she told me the night before that we would go to chinatown. mummy said KL's chinatown has got lotsa rubbish to buy so i thought i must go over. boyfriend and i went to the tyres shop to get his rx8's tyres changed. well that's actually the actual intention of the trip (i mean, for dowager). after we got back to the apartment, it was already late afternoon and dowager wants to go out. i thought she was taking us shopping (yea that's right. why can't we go on our own? because she won't let us leave her sight and anyway we don't know the way around and cannot speak malay for nuts) but it was only after i changed, boyfriend told me we are to go visit her friend in hospital. nao hia. what has it to do with us? and she intended to stay in the hospital for hours. boyfriend and i can happily suck the germy air there and die. but i am so grateful to her friend who suggested us to go sunway pyramid (the mall that was in my to-go list) and to the quickwitted boyfriend who said we'd take a cab instead of driving to the reluctant dowager.

the bad shot of the magnificent sunway pyramid.

i really like that head, with nothing inside i guess. pattern only.

the distance from the hospital to sunway pyramid was like ang mo kio to orchard. but it was only RM7. and hello, that is the tio-tok price. if we had behaved like typical malaysians, maybe it would only cost us RM4. try giving a singapore taxi S$2 for sending you that distance. he most probably would hold the note so tight and straight that it would slit your throat.

the manhattan fish market is in almost every major mall in KL. how come i don't see them in JB? what a loser place. i was always reluctant when boyfriend eagerly asked if we could eat at that restaurant located at plaza singapura. but now i would choose that over fish&co. after eating, boyfriend went hunting for the iceskating rink with me. and we found it. but too bad i was wearing a miniskirt and had to unwillingly turn down boyfriend's request to go in. there was nothing much to buy at sunway pyramid either. the things there are almost the same as what we saw at KLCC, only that they don't have Gucci or Burberry. so in the end we only got a necklace for gek's coming birthday, and a brooch for myself. by the time we're almost done, dowager called and said she's driving over.

then we're rushing off again. another dinner at yet another location an hour away from the apartment. we have been travelling to and fro so much. so we picked uncle wee up and left for the dinner. we ate from 8pm to 9pm. but the adults talked till 12mn. wtf man. we all sat, all the way, at the same faithful seat, for 4 freaking hours. and so dowager cancelled my chinatown trip. i feel cheated.

14th september. dowager woke us up again. she wanted boyfriend to help her deliver goods to town. and also send her over for her hightea. we soon left her and went to sungeiwang. i didn't feel good staying there. freaking place flooded with robber-lookalikes. i was paying so much attention to my handbag, and grabbing boyfriend's arm. it was so uncomfortable that i urged boyfriend to move another mall. we went over to bejaya times square. bloody big place but rather empty. many lots unoccupied. had some disgusting food at dome. bought some dvds (which cannot work), a dress for jiejie, a top for mummy (i chose it but boyfriend insisted on paying), 2 tops for boyfriend. shit place. and then it's time for dinner when dowager starts calling.

we were to go for dinner together with dowager's customers. felt so odd. went to this Bombay Palace, northern indian cuisine. nonsense. i probably ate only 3 outta the 10 course. want me to eat some blended spinach, why don't you swallow your balls first? and icecream is like fuck. who the nut would blend spices to make icecream? brain dropped somewhere? oh anyway, they put spices into my mango shake too. these people, what's with them and their friggin spices? you give them a piece of land, instead of developing a decent property, they show you what good farmers they are. and then it drizzled so dowager took that excuse and we didn't go to chinatown. but she said we could go the following day, before we leave for singapore.

final day, 15th september. we actually mean to return the day before but dowager still have unfinished business so the stay was extended. but we have to return this day no matter what because firstly, i am sick of running errands and my clothes has ran out, lastly, boyfriend's korkor is back in singapore. i am actually damn excited about going back. living with dowager and uncle wee is a horror movie come alive. and damn last minutely again, dowager cancelled going to town. she said she could deliver the remaining goods to town the coming week. and that also mean that, no chinatown. i am totally cheated. everyday. she often complain about other people rubbertiming, and she is doing it. i love mummy, she always have a plan and she stick to it. even if she don't, i get to do a negotiation. now we're talking about dowager, there is no room for such.

the trip back was worse than the trip there. now uncle b.c. is coming with us. equals less space, more chatting opportunities for dowager, less sleeping in peace for me, more waking up in shock. and as expected, it happened. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! i tahaned. i was very tolerant. throughout the whole 4d3n. very. i deserve a reward or something.

so i am back in singapore. and what a happy thing it is. but the naggings didn't stop till boyfriend and i stepped out of the house (singapore's) after dropping our stuff. went to meet the squatters, and we loitered around kallang and mrbean. finally met boyfriend's korkor after so long. nothing appealing. maybe his actcoolness.

we get to sleep till late afternoon today and i realize i wouldn't have enough time if i don't start preparing to go for qin's birthday. but boyfriend and i went to town to meet his brother first cos he left his trusty shoes in the other car which his brother is driving. bumped into bajie. fat ass. tried to buy wrapping paper but the freaking building won't sell any. and the present is not wrapped so it's unpresentable. nevermind, i know exactly how to turn the ugly situation pretty.

headed off to the party and greedy boyfriend asked to eat at 'the french stall' when we past. he's been asking, poor kid. so finally, we went. very nice food, actually. so unexpected. it looked so lok kok. and boyfriend likes it. he took the first bite at the foie gras and i asked "so are we coming back here?", he nodded profusely. sometimes i like him. eat the profiterole dessert thing. it's nice.

we were an hour late. and the budds were even later. thought they died on the way there. those four who lives in serangoon can get lost in serangoon garden.

i love parties. though it gets boring at times. budds love parties too. love it so much that they got drunk. george was especially bad. he didn't sleep the night before, and he kept losing in their game. he drank a lot and left early.